And some don’t understandthat friendship canbe far more intimate,enduring,dependable,sure,than any sort of feigned romantic notion,filled withexpectations and flutteringsthat are sure to disappointand fadein time.

And one has to wonderif the intention was this.Is it made for our happiness,or only for his?Oh the two are supposedto be entwined, no doubt,where noone is sad,and noone wants out.The blame can be thrown, and rightfully so,but once it’s been caught,one may still want to go.So is this the norm?The way things should be done?with one conscience clear…and onereadytorun?

I thought of yousaying I Dotoday.Looking at herthe way I dreamedyou wouldsomedaytake me in.Your hands,fitting together,the way wenot so long agoimagined ours.And I cried,knowing that whatwas oncereserved for me,has beengiven,gladly,to another.

You said,Write one for me.I couldn’t.A sign,that what couldn’t be written,shouldn’t be lived?An indication,that dedicationsrequire truth?The discoverythat perhapsyou are not my home?I say,as I inadvertently do your bidding,Realize…this is the last.

Moment by momentYou race through my head.Little by littleyou seep in, keeping me on a permanent high,wondering when I will see you,touch you,hold you.Will you be a dream realized,or a fantasy unfulfilled?Only time will tell,and until then,Moment by momentI let you race.Little by little, I let you in.